Thursday 10 February 2022

One Poem by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Lily in my hand


I love the forest,

little creeks and ferns

and singing birds.

There is not a tree

that I cannot talk to.

There is not a bird

that I cannot chirp to.

I often go deep

inside the woods

and take a long nap

using my bag as a pillow

listening to  her

billowing sighs,

remote from the

screeching bulldozers

and admire the ferns

that inhabited

the earth

long before

flowering plants.

A colourful lily

often seduces me

from a shady place

in the distance

and I go further deep

inside the woods

and  see

tiny droplets

of my ancestors

hanging from

its petals.

Then come back

with a lily in my hand.



Bhuwan Thapaliya is a poet writing in English from Kathmandu, Nepal. He works as an economist and is the author of four poetry collections. His poems and articles have been widely published in journals and periodicals such as Kritya, Foundling Review, FOLLY, The Journal of Expressive Writing, Trouvaille Review, Pendemics Literary Journal, Pandemic Magazine, The Poet, Litehouse, Valient Scribe, Strong Verse, Jerry Jazz Musician,  Taj Mahal Review,  Poetry Life and Times, VOICES( Education Project), Longfellow Literary Project, Poets Against the War, Magazine of arts and humanities),InnerVisions by Jay,  The Sound of Poetry Review, among many others. Thapaliya has read his poetry and attended seminars in venues around the world, including South Korea, India, the United States, Thailand, Cambodia, and Nepal. 

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